The Handmaid’s Tale” Season 2: In Conclusion, a Show of Contrasts



So, that happened.

I started doing weekly reviews of the show and couldn’t figure out the best way to write about it for some reason that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Now I think I can – tonal whiplash!

It seemed like for every amazing scene of life in Gilead, (or the Colonies, or Canada) we got another escape plot and Lordy, I was sick of those. After a while it seemed like there were some incredible narrative contrivances to keep June in the same space as the Waterfords.  The finale made me think that the previous seasons were like  the origin story of June being a superhero, which I guess is fine – but it’s so far out of what I expected that I’m… fucking confused!

I purposely didn’t read much criticism of the finale for the express purpose of not rehashing other’s opinions, but I’m at a loss here.

So, let’s work it out together.

Stray Observations:

-The timing of  each and every episode was fucking eerie – particularly the one where June sees Hannah aired the very week of separations of families at the border.

Yvonne Strahovski fucking NAILED this season. Get her an Emmy!

–  I don’t know if I want to be in a Gilead that exists without Ann Dowd as Aunt Lydia, but good for you, Emily. At least we got Bradley Cooper.


-Cherry Jones as Holly. I think we should all just use the salutation Beloved Character Actor when referring to her and Ann Dowd from now on.

– Nick. EYE ROLL.

– Janine, internalizing Gilead but also “tequila, I miss you most of all!”

-Eden. The revelation that she could read and write was something to ponder. She must have read those letters that got to Canada.

-If you’ve got a particular piece of criticism about the show you think is good to read, link in the comments.